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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the long shadows of the evening, when the light withdraws into a silent corner of the world, I extend my hand toward the unknown, a white, cold, and empty hand, A hand seeking to grasp the fragile meanings of existence, Which become like violets, delicate, lost in the wind. Oh, my eyes, your sparks have been extinguished in the darkness, In the pale light of forgotten memories, You open bare, without brilliance, Wondering, what are the jasmines for, what sweet words can they still say? Suns set over the cold silence of my heart, Leaves rustle in the wind of memories, candles flicker out, Harp strings move slowly, crystal dreams cracking, Arms raised in despair, teeth clenched with lost desire. The cries of the soul echo in the silence of the night, And tears flow from veins that have known lost love, I don’t know, I don’t know what purpose all these feelings serve, I have burned my forehead on the pyre of unfulfillment, I have burned my innocence in the flames of betrayed hope. The deepest intimacy, the highest hope, Everything has turned to ash, my bread is ash, my yields are the wind, I have burned my soil that once bore life, and I have burned my life-giving water, And now, what remains for my weary soul? Yes... these pages, These empty pages await to weep silently before the universe, In them, perhaps I could recount the story of my burnings, In them, perhaps I will find the peace I seek in vain among the stars.
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